however and whenever
each and every day
yes, now that I rage
tell me, I am wrong to speak
as you must sever
kith from kin, to say
each day you win and I lose
as it starts to creak
door hinge to the past
visions of mistakes reshape
as time cannot last
not behind a drape
take whatever I can choose
and pull the lever
gain nothing from age
except joy, all but never
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